Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Waylon
I t’s been three days since I’ve seen Harlow and I’m already having withdrawals. I never thought I’d be that guy who wants to see a girl all the time, but when we’re apart, I miss her like crazy.
I’m obsessed.
Between our work schedules, and her staying home with her dad, we haven’t been able to hang out. But we text throughout the day as much as we can.
Then at night, we video chat and I talk her through giving herself an orgasm—but now I don’t have to hold back like I did before. I can tell her all the filthy ways I’d touch and pleasure her if I were there with her.
Harlow: What time should I come over tonight?
Since she only works until four and her mom will be home, we can finally make plans.
Waylon: I’ll be done and showered by 6. Do you want to grab something to eat then?
Harlow: Sure, and then we can go back to your place and you can eat me for dessert.
Jesus Christ.
Waylon: Baby! You can’t just say that when I’m working.
Harlow: Why not?
Waylon: Safety hazard. I could’ve driven into something.
Harlow: Are you driving right now?
Waylon: No, I’m about to walk to The Lodge to eat breakfast with Wilder.
Harlow: So I shouldn’t tell you that tonight I’d like your tongue between my thighs? For educational purposes…
Waylon: I’m about to ditch work and speed over to your house right now if you don’t stop torturing me.
And because she loves to tease the hell out of me, she sends a photo of herself only wearing panties in bed.
Harlow: Strawberries for dessert sound good, doesn’t it?
Waylon: Fuck yes, it does. But now I’m gonna be walking around all day with a hard on, so thank you for that.
Harlow: If you feel the need to take care of that before I get there, send me a video.
Waylon: You’re killing me, woman.
Harlow: I’ll send you one of me and how wet I am just thinking about you.
Fuck me.
Waylon: That’s cheating when I can’t stop what I’m doing to make one for you.
Harlow: Cheating…or knowing how to win fair and square?
She adds an evil devil emoji.
I can’t help smirking at her competitive nature, but I adore her for it.
Waylon: It’s like that, huh? Okay, you just wait…I’m gonna edge you over and over until you’re begging me to let you come. And even then, I won’t let you until you admit you lost.
Harlow: Never gonna happen.
Waylon: We’ll see about that, baby.
“Stop sexting your girlfriend before you run into a door.”
Wilder’s voice startles me, and I realize we’re in front of The Lodge.
“Quit readin’ over my shoulder.” I lock my phone and slide it into my pocket.
“When’re you tellin’ Delilah?” he asks as we walk inside.
“Whenever Harlow’s ready.”
Confessing to her sister isn’t the only thing hanging over my head right now. The truth about the group chat still sits in my stomach like a piece of meat I can’t digest. The more I think about how to tell her, the more scared I get that I’ll lose her when I do. This is the first relationship I’ve had in years and the last thing I want to do is complicate things, especially because of how much I like her and how much she trusts me.
I just need to find the right time.
“Look, I want you to be happy. Hell, I’m glad you’re finally gettin’ some and outta my hair. But you gotta tell her before she finds out.”
“We will. But it’s nice not havin’ everyone in our business and feedin’ us their opinions while we get to know each other,” I tell him as we approach the buffet.
“You gonna tell Mom and Dad?”
“Eventually.” I grab a plate and add as much food as I can to last me for the next twelve hours. Once I get Harlow to myself, I’m not eating anything besides her.
At exactly six, there’s a knock on the door. I grin knowing she’s going to be pissed when she sees I’m in only a towel. I got stuck at work longer than expected, so I only hopped in the shower ten minutes ago.
But when I open the door, I’m the one surprised.
Biting my cheek to keep from smiling, I lean against the doorframe with my arms crossed. “What’re you wearin’?”
She looks down at her short skirt, thigh-high boots, and black lace corset top. “Just a new outfit I got at work yesterday.”
“Since when does Rodeo Belle sell lingerie?”
“Oh, right…” She playfully smacks her head. “I stopped at Lacey’s after. Don’t ya like it?”
Unable to hold back, I smirk at her feign innocence.
“At least I’m wearin’ clothes…” Her gaze drops down my chest, stomach, and to the towel that’s barely hanging on. “You’ve been holdin’ out on me with all of that.”
“Well, why don’t ya come in and see more of it for yourself.” I step back, giving her room to enter.
She stops mid step to meet my stare. “And you say I’m the cheater.”
I hold up my hands. “I literally had ten minutes to shower.”
“Mm-hmm…” She walks in, dropping her bag next to the shoe rack.
Closing the door behind her, I grab her wrist and pull her in front of me until she’s caged against the wood and my body.
Tilting up her chin, I say, “You’re the one who sent me a naughty video and then I had to wait hours until I could take care of myself. So if anyone’s playin’ dirty here, it’s you, baby.”
“It’s not my fault you’re playing Checkers when I’m playin’ Chess.” She bites her bottom lip like the little seductress she is.
In that case …
Dinner can wait.
Lowering my hand to the towel, I release the knot and it falls to the floor. Her eyes follow and widen when they land on my half-erect cock. Wrapping my hand around the shaft, I pump it a few times, pushing into her stomach with each stroke.
“Be a good little student and get on your knees.”
The fire behind her eyes tells me she’s fighting between being defiant and giving in to what we both want.
“C’mon, now. I know how much you love followin’ my instructions.”
Her gaze stays locked on mine when she finally obliges and kneels between my feet.
There’s a pink ribbon at the back of her head, pulling half her hair back, and reminding me of the day we were supposed to meet in person. I wish I could say that it causes me to stop and tell her right now, but truthfully, there’s no natural disaster that could prevent me from experiencing this with her right now.
Tomorrow . I’ll tell her tomorrow.
I cup her chin with my other hand. “Such a good girl. Now show me your tongue.”
When she does, I slap my cock against it a couple times, giving her a moment to get used to it. Although she’s done it once before in my truck, it’s different at this angle when I’m standing above her.
“Tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, okay?”
She nods, sticking it out further. I slide deeper into her hot mouth and then she takes over with her hand around my bottom of my shaft, sucking and licking. When she wraps her lips around my length and then hallows her cheeks to take in more, I lose myself to the pleasure.
“Fuck, Harlow.” My palm rests on the door behind her, and I watch in amazement at how well she’s swallowing me whole. “Just like that, so good.”
The sensations shoot right up my spine with every teasing swirl around the tip. She smiles around my cock, looking up devilishly as if she knows she’s going to win this round.
“Can you take more?” I ask and she nods eagerly.
I cup a hand around the back of her head. “Relax your jaw, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck this perfect mouth until I come down your throat.”
When I feel it loosen, I thrust in and out, keeping eye contact as tears slip down her cheeks, but I watch her hands closely in case she needs me to stop.
“So close, baby. Squeeze me harder.”
And when she does, it only takes a few more seconds before I’m losing my breath and feeding her my release.
“Fuck, how’d you get so good at that?” I pant out the words, trying to fill up my lungs.
She grins up at me, licking her lips. “I had a good teacher.”
Holding out my hand, she puts hers in mine, and then I pull her up against me. Cupping her face, I kiss her hard and taste myself on her.
“You’re gonna haveta be in a lot less clothing if you want me to eat your pussy, baby.”
“What about dinner?”
“You had the appetizer and now I’m skipping right to dessert.”
Before she can respond, I lift her by the back of her thighs and she quickly wraps them around me. Her hands clasp to my shoulders as I walk us to the kitchen.
“I’d like to try somethin’ new…for educational purposes,” I tease, throwing her words back at her. “I’ve never done this on the kitchen counter before…you wanna try it?”
“Try what exactly?”
I set her down on the kitchen island, stand between her legs and then bury my face in her hair.
“Feastin’ on your sweet cunt right here on full display. Devourin’ every inch of your body between these thighs and not stopping until you come shakin’ and screamin’ on my tongue.”
“Okay, you win…” She pants out the words, spreading her legs wider around me.
I chuckle with amusement, gliding my nose down her neck and then sucking on her collarbone.
“Remove your clothes for me…one by one.”
I’m already hard again at watching her strip for me. First, her corset drops to the floor. Then I help her out of her boots and skirt. Next, the panties slide down her bare legs, and I finish tearing them off her ankles with my teeth.
“Fuck. You’re so beautiful, baby. So goddamn perfect.” I cup her breast, then bring my mouth to her nipple. “Lean back on your hands so I can taste you.”
Once she’s in a comfortable position, I make my way down her stomach, licking and kissing, before I kneel between her legs.
“If you don’t like the sensation or anything I’m doing, tap my shoulder or tell me to stop. Okay?”
She nods, biting her lower lip.
Although I’ve had my fingers inside her, swiping my tongue through her wet folds is pure bliss and enough to make me crave more.
“Mm…so fuckin’ sweet, Harlow.”
I tease her clit and circle my fingers through the slickness at her entrance. When her breathing turns deep with needy sighs, I know she’s ready for more.
Sliding two digits inside her, I bury my face in her pussy, flicking and sucking, waking up all her nerve cells. Harlow’s groans fill the kitchen, her fingers tangle in my hair, and soon she’s edging closer toward her release.
But then I slow my strokes, pull my fingers back slightly, and then peek up at her wide eyes.
“Why’d you stop?”
Licking my lips, I smirk. “That’s called edgin’, sweetheart.”
“That’s torture! Punishable in fifty states with a lifetime sentence in federal prison.”
I cackle at her quick wit, thrusting my fingers back inside.
“Is that so? You gonna put me in handcuffs and turn me in?” I quip, giving her clit another flick.
“I should, and then sit on your face as punishment.”
“Oh don’t worry, baby. I’ll teach you to do that before I let you leave tonight.”
Harlow’s sweet, needy moans keep me fed while I devour her. Fingers soaked in her juices, my face covered with her scent, and her thighs shaking around me as I edge her over and over—getting her close, almost to the finish line—and then pulling back.
“Please, I’ll do anything,” she hisses, begging for mercy.
“I can’t get enough of my favorite strawberry…” I taunt, my groans vibrating against her pussy. “I’m addicted.”
Obsessed .
Before she can continue pleading, I scoop her up and walk us to my bedroom. My cock’s so hard, it’s almost throbbing in pain.
But I’m not having sex with her tonight. I want to take my time with her, make sure she’s ready mentally and physically, and make it as special as I can. She deserves that and so much more.
“I want you to finish by ridin’ my face.”
“How do I do that exactly?” she asks when I sit on the edge of the mattress and motion for her to stand.
“I’m gonna lie back, like this…” I get into position with my head in the middle of the bed. “And you’re gonna straddle my face with your thighs and put your pussy in my face.”
She climbs on top of me until she’s kneeling above me.
“Perfect, now lower your body so I can taste you.”
“All the way down?” she asks.
I nod. “All. The. Way. Down.”
“Seems like a breathin’ hazard, but okay…” she drawls and then sits right where I need her.
When I look at her, she meets my eyes and a beautiful blush covers her chest and face. Reaching up, I cup her breast and pinch her little pebbled nipple.
I pull her throbbing clit between my lips before rubbing circles over her sweet spot with my tongue.
“Holy shit, that feels so good…” Her head falls back slightly as she braces her palms on the wall in front of her.
Cupping her ass with my other hand, I move her back and forth so she gets the hint to rock against my face.
“Fuck, Waylon. Right there…don’t ya dare stop this time.”
Groaning against her flesh, I continue rotating between sucking and licking until she’s screaming through her release and I taste her sweet cum.
“Yes, yes…oh my God.” Her body twitches, and I moan into her inner thigh, then tap it twice.
Once she lifts off me, I roll my body until I’m towering over her.
“Jesus Christ, you did so good.” Then I bring my mouth down to hers so she can see how delicious she is.
“My whole body is numb,” she whimpers.
Chuckling against her neck, I feather kisses along her jawline and ear. “I think we’ll call this round a draw, whaddya think?”
“Okay…” She snickers. “Guess that means we’ll haveta find a way to break the tie to determine a winner.”
“Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you win next time and then you can claim your prize.”
“Hmm.” She grins with a mischievous look in her eyes. “What kinda prize are we talkin’ about?”
I trace my finger over her cheek, down her chin, and then slide it between her lips until she’s sucking on it. “The kind that makes you lose your voice and need three to five business days to recover.”
